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I Never Want to Leave Biscayne Bay!
Friday, May 27th, 2016
I Never Want to Leave Biscayne Bay!
Sunset From Biscayne Bight Anchorage |
We debated heading north with one engine. It is a sailboat, after all. We just like having two engines for navigating tricky inlets and getting into docks. And then there’s the disturbing thought that Portside Pete might not think it’s fair to do all the work with Starboard Stan naps, and might join the protest strike. He’d wait until we were under the bridge, battling hoardes of drunk holiday boaters, being tossed by wakes and pushed by currents.
We called the Yanmar dealer in Miami, and he had an off-brand starter, and was open for another hour. My brother could swim to shore and run to the dealer in this time; however, he is not available and we are weak and didn’t even contemplate it.
Working on engine parts on the dining table |
Sunday, May 29th
Dinner Key Mooring FieldOur peaceful anchorage off Biscayne Bight was a washing machine yesterday. I actually felt quite put out by it. The anchorage and sandbar fills up with about 10% of Miami (literally hundreds of boats, possibly up to a thousand!) on the weekend - and this was a gorgeous holiday Saturday - and the nonstop wakes make it very uncomfortable to get work done. Matt worked on the dinghy engine all day. We had soaked the carburetor overnight and felt sure that would fix it’s peevish little tantrum. It didn’t.
We made it to Dinner Key Mooring field this morning and put on quite a show picking up the mooring. Too bad none of our neighbors were home; they missed some high quality free entertainment. The Dinner Key Mooring Field shuttle took Matt to shore, he walked to West Marine, and bought a fuel line for our dinghy motor. It didn’t work, so it’s row row row your boat. Just think how fit we’ll be!
Dinner Key Marina and Mooring Field. Independence is way out there, as tiny as it could be! |
Hastings' Update
You can’t afford to close your eyes and take a well deserved nap, even for a second! I was napping this afternoon (I deserved it, I had to supervise entrance to a narrow channel and then picking up a mooring ball that seemed very unprofessionally handled. I was very embarrassed, but I don’t think anyone saw). I awoke to find Dearest Darling Daddy missing. Gone! There had been no splash, no scream. No permission to leave was sought. Just gone. I’ve searched the vessel many times, and there’s no explanation. The long haired one doesn’t seem worried, but what does that mean? Not much. There is some good news. I am on the boat with the food stores, and LHI and I had some salmon, so apparently survival is possible. Secondly, I believe DDD is on a cheese farm recon mission. I bet he’ll come back soon with a sample for me, because he’s the best!Next Time on the Blog
Will we still be in Biscayne Bay? Probably!
4 comments
You wanted an adventure! You just forgot to check the "trouble free" box on the order form! Good luck. I suggest you start measuring your biceps ready for your career as a muscle woman ;)
ReplyDeleteTrouble free sounds boring. How could I reward myself with cheesecake if I didn't have troubles that needed to be soothed away and calories to replace?!
DeleteIt's always something isn't it :-(
ReplyDeleteAt least it keeps us occupied. I was worried if be bored without a job- turns out boating is a full time job!
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